Trace Adkins & Blake 'em that story you were

1: Chris you rise real broke downGot a real

1: Elvis must be lights burning brighter somewhereGot to

my heart was just a destinationShe had herself one

got some Friday jingle jangle in my pocketWhatcha say

keys are still hanging in the front doorYou're hanging

1: Blake want to thank the storm that

don't need another drink of Johnny Walker RedAnd I

lie awake at night and all I do is

are you now?Who's holding you now?When your world stands

wound up tighter than a banjo stringPrice of gas

get upYou get coffeeYou get paidYou get offYou get

I've been at work all weekFingers to the bone

by lady RolexBody by Bow flexHair by Hollywood salonBag

oh my, you're so good-lookingHold yourself together like a

turn like my memoriesAnd the head-lights shine like my

a good day, when I think about herI only cry

1: Blake when I met you there was peace

on the house top reindeers pawsOut jumps good old

1: Carter wanna thank the storm that brought